Lemme count this pape! Lyrics

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Let's do this shyt lil Nigga,

Lemme count this pape real quick

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Let's do this shyt lil Nigga,

Lemme count this pape real quick

(yeah)

Let's do this shyt lil Nigga,

Lemme count this pape real quick

Lemme flip this bag rq

Speaker knock this Trappz who this

And I be smoking on this dope

I'm rolling thraxxx

This that cat piss

And I be smoking on that pack

That have you higher than a bitch

Fuck it

Coolin on my doly Counting up I love the strips

And shorty told me that she know

She be hoeing

How she stripped

And I just told lil baby

Put ya clothes back on

It's pape to get

And I be whippin by my lonely by myself The wheel I grip

And I be talking to da gods say help me out

Then they deliver Yea

I don't sip no wokky

Only liquor in my liver Yea

Even then I do not sip it often

Roll the Ly up I smack that bitch

Then I start coughing

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3.5 in my fronto I get fried out like a bitch

And I need 350 them rackys need them commas need them strips

I smoke by 28 like grams

My Niggas know I keep a zip

I need my passport Nigga

Cuz I'm trynna take a trip

Yea hop up on that plane

I'm ducking back I needa dip

And I be tweaking in my mind a lot

I'm trying not to trip

That's when I roll a fronto up and I go play Nintendo switch

I like to mind my business

Shorty stay out the way and count the chips

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Let's do this shyt lil Nigga,

Lemme count this pape real quick

(yeah)

Let's do this shyt lil Nigga,

Lemme count this pape real quick